Hot Sunday is ridiculously hot today. I felt the need to spice things up since my life is definitely lacking in that area. Tattoo guy was just a little blip on the radar. Nothing important enough to note, except, he was crazy. I just have to acknowledge 2 things:
1- I attract the crazies.
2-Men over 25 have a hard time understanding the concept of texting. Here's an excerpt from Tat guy and Me's convo. Context: I was going to hang out with him and then afterwards go to the beach clubs,which I invited him to. Then he went on to say that he should have expected this from Jacksonville.
Me: I'm not even from here. And I've tried to kick it, but u don't like the fact that I made additional plans, I'm sorry I'm too spontaneous.
Him: Lolololol Whatever u wanna call it. I call it a liar. Plans? No. Wanna Hang? Sure, but I have plans after. U said u didn't have plans? See how much fun that is?
Him: Over it No need to reply
Me: I just made the plans like an hr ago. I am not a liar. I just try to fit too many things into one night. But check it, me and my friends are chillen at her warehouse, super close to u.
Him: Reaaaaaaaaal classy.
Him:What don't u understand, cops are out in force. im smoking ----- like its not funny. IM NOT GOIN OUT THATS WHY I INVITED U HERE! Understand now? Jesus fucking christ
Me: Aight player, have a good night.
and then it goes on and on, actually, its just him going on.. and which he tells me to delete his #, then texts me ten minutes later about how much I suck.
Oh, and did I mention he was 31. Yes, kittens, treinta-uno anos. 31!